My Death, Yesterday

I was killed yesterday. This is how it happened.

I was walking along the road, minding my own business. You know, flipping off the male drivers and making rather rude gestures to the female drivers.

Well, one of the female drivers had a fast reaction. She was hardly 20 feet away, coming along the road toward me about 45 miles per hour, when I made my rude gestures.

Just like that, she swerved, hitting me on my knees with her bumper so hard I flew several feet.

Wouldn't you just know it, there was a rock right where my head landed. Blood and brains spattered.

I guess you could say I ended up being the one who was rude-ed.

This Place Stinks

My, but your planet smells. How can you stand it?

This is too much. I'm going back home.

The Titmouse

Misser, the cat, walked toward a bush near the RV.

A titmouse started chattering. Twitty chirping would be a better description.

As the cat moved closer to the bush, the titmouse's excitement grew in volume, both in sound and amount. That titmouse sure was excited!

I guess it had been a while since it had seen a cat. It was nice to see Misser getting such an enthusiastic welcome.